The Horror Story
Chicken Cigarette

It's getting late, but I'm still not sleeping. I do have insomnia at night, or what we commonly call Insomnia. I am still busy with a social network that is now famous by the name Facebook.

Right at 00:30 WIB, I heard the rooster crowing. To me it was strange, because I had never heard a cock crowing at that time. I felt even more strange, because the crowing rooster made a strange sound, like coughing and hoarse voice. And after that I felt like there was a noise. That voice was so strange, I couldn't even reveal how it sounded. Like nothing, but there is. I'm confused myself. I dare not move. I feel my hair goosebumps. I began to pronounce various short verses of Al-Qur’an and berdo’a. Over time I felt afraid. Especially if I am the only one who has not fallen asleep.

I tried to contact my friends through my phone, so that my mind would be distracted from the sound. But who is awake at this hour. None of my friends replied to my message. I also started to get more scared. I wanted to wake my mother, but, moving a little I didn't dare, let alone go out of the room and wake my mother.

I also updated the status on my Facebook social networking account. In that status, I write down whatever I just experienced. Fortunately, there are still some Facebookers still online. Some of them commented on my status. On average they give out opinions that are not deceptive, because it is related to myths. Some assume that someone will die, there are people who are pregnant out of wedlock, there is a thief, and there is nothing. Some even told me to check the chicken, “Mana know sick” said one owner of another facebook account.

Huh! I also decided to sleep.

Morning came too. The sun begins to show its form. I am also getting ready to go to school. I can't wait to tell you about my experience last night.

Arriving at school. I immediately joined my friends, they were Vinny, Anggun, Vovi, Via and Della. I started to tell you about what happened last night.

“I think your chicken has a disorder.” said Via nyeleneh.

“Maybe your chicken asked to be taken to bed.” Vovi.

“Yammu sprained candy times!” Della chiming. We also laughed out loud.

“Eh uh, I'm serious anyway.it's not my chicken.” I said. “According to Vinny how?”

“According to me sigh, emm..” Vinny did not continue his conversation. We also started sitting. The atmosphere that was once funny, began to turn sinister.

“I think it's Miss. K!!!” Vinny. We were also snapped. Miss. K is our call to the ghost that other people usually call Kuntilanak.

“Kata mbah me, if there is a rooster crowing repeatedly midnight, it means there is Miss. K, that's why last night Dwi felt goosebumps.” Vinny continued his conversation.

“Ihh, masa’ anyway?” I asked, I never believed what my parents used to say.

It's just a myth! I put those words in my heart. I don't want to talk about it anymore.

“Aaaaaaa!!” suddenly Via shouted while pointing towards the window that was near Anggun. Sontak Anggun jumped and ran while shouting. He laughed, and we laughed too. He was just kidding, scaring Anggun. Graceful is a cowardly person.

After school, Hesti and I went to my friend Fatijah's house. We plan to do schoolwork. While working on the task, I told him back about the incident I experienced last night.

“Emang tuh chicken crowed how many times, Wi?” ask Hesti.

“I don't count, Hes. I'm afraid, I don't think about counting. Why why?” ask me.

“Uncalculated profit. If for example, the chicken crowed three times, it means that someone will die. But, if crowing has been more than three times, mending do not need to be counted. Let alone counting it up to seven times.” Obviously Hesti.

“Emang why is it counted seven times?” manya curious.

“If the chicken crowed seven times means there is a Mr. A!! If for example you count how many times the chicken crowed seven times, Mr. G will know where you are, and he will follow you.” said Nesti.

“What??!! Mr. G?? Astagfirullahaladzim..” I jerked. Mr. A? The ghostly alias that is trending under the name Gondoruwo? Maddened. Doubtless to think about it, it could be in an era that is all sophisticated gini myth soan still exist.

Suddenly the rain began to fall rapidly, accompanied by lightning and lightning that began to strike. The mood began to cramp

“Why use rain show all the way?” I said.

“Alah, yesterday not raining ngomel rain, now the turn of the rain arrived also ngomel.” said Fatijah while carrying a tray containing some food and drinks from the kitchen.

“Yaa, not now also times, just rain it just as I was until home.” timpalku.

“Hihi” Hesti laughs. A laugh that I didn't think was cool, because my mind was disturbed by his explanation of last night's events that I experienced earlier.

While waiting for the rain to subside, we also told about folk myths. Hesti told me a lot about it, because before He moved to the city of Jambi where I lived, He lived in the land of Java, a place where myths are very reliable. The place where He lives is bound by myths.

I picked up a piece of fried banana served by Fatijah when a huge lightning bolt struck the trees.

Duuaayarr!!!

Suddenly I was surprised and dropped the fried banana I was holding and I started to talk. Yes, I do have a typical Indonesian disease called Latah. Hesti and Fatijah laughed.

The wall clock has shown at 21:00 WIB. I was still busy doing the tasks given by my teacher. While doing chores, I listen to my favorite Alternative Rock music. I can focus more on learning by listening to music. My teacher said, it can make the activity of the left brain and right brain balanced.

Drrr!!

My phone's vibrating. A short message came in. By Irfan.

“Still crows chicken?” tanyakanya.

“So don't know, most ntar crowed again.” I replied to a short message from him.

“My mother said, if there is a chicken crowing at midnight, it means there are people who are pregnant out of wedlock. Usually, the cock crowing direction must be ngadep the house of a pregnant person outside this marriage. Well, the chicken will not stop crowing until the pregnant out of wedlock is found out. Gituuu..” reply Irfan.

“Hmm.. Right now, I'm not concerned about the problem of cock crowing. This time because it was already before morning so the chicken crowed, which was the problem of the sound after the chicken crowed. That's what sound’an?” my reply.

Shortly thereafter Irfan replied to me with an unsatisfactory answer.

“Yaa, where do I know.”

I didn't return a message from him. I continued the work I was doing.

I sent a short message to Irfan.

“Her crows again!”

I was waiting for a message from him. But, not coming either.

Already sleeping! Sure.

The next morning, I met Irfan in his class. He apologized for not replying to my message last night. He started to solidify his response yesterday, that what he said was true. And if I may choose, I prefer Irfan's opinion to Vinny's or Hesti's.

I went back to my class. I told you that last night I heard the chicken crowing again. My friends are also confused.

“You are confused, let alone me.” I said.

“Udah deh, don't think too much” said Vovi.

“Iya deh.” My word.

As usual, I can't fall asleep. Time has shown at 00.00 WIB. I'm starting to fret. In my mind there are a lot of questions. Will the chicken crow again?

Is correct. The chicken was crowing again. I hid under my warm blanket. I don't want to hear any strange noises after that cock crowing again, even though it's from top singer Chester Bennington.

That night, at exactly 00.00 WIB, I was shocked by the sound of an Ambulance car.

“Who's in the ambulance at this hour? Hope the person is okay.” I muttered.

This time I didn't hear that chicken anymore.

The next day at school, I heard the news that there was an accident last night on the highway in front of my friend Turi's house.

“The blood is still there, circled in a white pilox line. Reportedly the victim died.” said my friend, Robi.

“Evening twelve o'clock I did hear the sound of the Ambulance.” car My legow

“But I didn't hear it.” Vinny.

“What time do you sleep?” ask Robi.

“Jam nine.” replied Vinny.

“Yeee, pantes aja not heard.” Said Robi.

“Wuu!! Strange basis.” My cheer.

Then the myth that Hesti said was true.

“for example, chicken crowed three times, it means someone will die.”

Hesti's words flashed through my mind. But the chicken crowed more than three times. I

wondering in the heart. A question that is not really worth thinking about.

Since then, I've heard the chicken crow more and more. Day, morning, and night. I don't want to take care of that anymore.

That afternoon, I went to my friend, Amin. His house is in front of my house. I'm going to print my Geography assignment. While waiting for my task to be finished printing. I talked to Amin's mother, Mardi's mother, about what I've been through lately.

Mardi's mother seemed interested in my story. When I finished telling the story, Mardi's mother seemed to laugh. I was surprised and then asked.

“This is serious, Mom. Cerems. Why are you laughing anyway? It's not a funny story. Mom why laugh?”

I waited until Mardi's mom finished laughing. Then there were the remnants of his laughter, he explained.

“That cockcrowing voice that Dwi heard, the voice of Mom's husband's chicken, Mr. Mardi.”

“Well, keep?” manya curious.

“The chicken was included in the chicken cigarette race with the husband Mother. But yesterday the chicken was sick, the sound was ugly, raspy. Maybe Dwi heard the chicken crowing when she was sick. Even in the early morning, it is natural, even though Dwi had never heard of chickens crowing at that hour before. Maybe because we live in the housing complex, so there is no sound of crows.” I agree with Mother Mardi's words.

Mardi's mother continued her story.

“Because after the sick chicken voice was no longer melodious, Mother's husband trained her again. Dwi often heard the chicken crowing. Not because of the myths that friends Dwi said. And the strange sound that Dwi heard after the cock crow was probably Dwi's feeling alone, because it was carried away by the atmosphere of that serem, Mother also often gotu” Mother Mardi ended her story and continued her laughter.

“Olala! It turns out the sound of chicken crow is Mr. Mardi tho.” I said while laughing.

I feel amused about all these events that I have experienced. It was not as scary and as bad as imagined.

I took my prints, then went home with Mardi's mom and Mardi. Maybe Mardi's mom will tell Mr. Mardi about what we talked about.

On the way home I laughed a little, remembering that everything was not because of the myths that my friends told me. I can't wait for tomorrow to come, I want to tell my friends everything.

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